So there I was on Christmas Eve day so excited. Mom and I had put in a hard day at the office, and I was very excited to see Sandy Claws. As long as he didn't have a furbling with him.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I thought Sandy Claws came down the chimney, but hey I have no issue if you wanna use the front entrance. Mom opened the door and in waltzed some dude.
No red suit, no sack full of toys, and he didn't look like Sandy Claws at all.
He was followed by his lady. She didn't appear to be Mrs. Claws either.
I made a run for it. I hid under the bed. Santa? I don't think so.
Turns out they are my grandparents. I finally decided the lady was okay and allowed her to give me a supervised scritch. Then the man tried to touch me and that was it - I was outta there.
So did Santa finally show up? Boy did he!